She lied and kept dark secrets,
But she read me like a book,
She kept her thoughts to herself,
While I poured mine, like a cup to the brim,

A moment I told her my deepest secret,
A one she swore she never tell,
A devil in a angels costume,
I swear she should go to hell,

Away I spilled the beans,
Telling her first my favorite chocolate, to the guy I liked,
And then it went downhill,
Not a soul was told apart from her,
And then rumors spread,

I could have cut her with a knife that day,
Indeed I was planning to,
But then a warm hand was over mine,
Gentle but firm,

He pulled me to the side and said he liked me too,
And everything was happy,
But for a moment only,
Then he said her name, to me, in my face,
And when he confessed that he loved me for my courage,
My bravery for betraying my friend,
I went beserk,

He stepped back, and much to my surprise I stepped forward,
And told him my name,
His face flushed and he apologized,
For we did look much alike,

But even now I either get smirked or patted at,
For my embarrassment  or my courage,
But I can't forget that knife in my hand,
Ready to fly any day,
For enough is only when the mind is content,
But my mind wants to play.